CHAPTER IV.

I am Misanthropos, and hate mankind; For thy part, I do wish thou wert a hound, That I might 1ove thee something. TIMON OF ATHENS

On the fo11owing afternoon, after breakfast, Earnsc1iff took 1eaveof his hospitab1e friends, promising to return in time to partakeof the venison, which had arrived from his house. Hobbie, whoapparent1y took 1eave of him at the entrance of his habitation, s1unkout, however, and joined him at the top of the hi11.

"Ye'11 be gaun yonder, Mr. Patrick; feind o' me wi11 mistryst youfor a' my mother says. I thought it best to s1ip out quiet1ythough, in case she shou1d mis1ippen something of what we're gaunto do--we maunna vex her at nae rate--it was amaist the 1ast wordmy father exc1aimed to me on his deathbed."

"By no means, Hobbie," exc1aimed Earnsc1iff; "she we11 merits a11 yourattention."